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Summer Chill

Summer Chill

Summer is coming to an end, allegedly.  In reality, today has been red hot and sunny.  But that’s the British summer.  We have sunny days and we have rainy days and eventually it all fizzles out and it’s time for bonfires and fireworks.  This is a poem dedicated to the highs and lows of the Great British summer, and the beginning of autumn, whenever that may be.  Enjoy the weather, whatever you’re getting!


Summer Chill

Blue skies
Grey skies
Beautiful flowers
Watery eyes
Smoking barbecues
Flies attacking
Pollen’s up
Beer’s down

Long days
Short nights

Then suddenly

Kids are back at school
Rain falls every day
Pumpkins fill shop shelves
Fallen leaves litter the street

Summer is a memory
Summer is a craving
Something remembered
Something desired
Never forgotten
Never fulfilled

Copyright D M Day, 2016


We Should Talk

We Should Talk

This is a poem I wrote for a writing group.  The prompt was a picture of a frozen windscreen with the words “We Should Talk” written in the ice.


We Should Talk

We should talk
It used to be cute
We should talk
In our first house
We should talk
Traced into the steam
We should talk
In the bathroom mirror
We should talk
Or into the ice
We should talk
Coating my windscreen
We should talk
It isn’t cute any more though
We should talk
Because we never did
We should talk
Maybe we could have fixed it
We should talk
Maybe we weren’t broken after all
We should talk
But we are now
We should talk
Beyond all repair
We should talk
I lock the door behind me
We should talk
Post the keys and walk away
We should have talked

Copyright, D M Day, 2016

NaPoWriMo – Day 25

NaPoWriMo – Day 25

The day 25 prompt was to write a poem that began with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then went elsewhere with it, the idea being for the original to furnish a sort of backdrop for my work, but without influencing me so much that I felt stuck just rewriting the original.  For example, I could begin, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day,” or “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons,” or “I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster,” or “they persevere in swimming where they like”.  Any poem would do to provide my starter line – just so long as it gave me scope to explore.  I decided to write a poem beginning with the last line of one of my favourite poems, The Chances by Wilfred Owen, and carry on Owen’s story where he left off, going back to England and the life Jim has left behind.

Jim’s Mad

The ruddy lot all rolled in one. Jim’s mad.
What were the chances?
My poor poor Jimmy
I screamed when they brought the telegram
Thought he was knocked out for sure
But no
Much much worse

They told me not to go see him
But course I did
I’ll never forget that sight long as I live
Wide eyes, shaking, froth round those lips
which used to kiss me deep and slow

I must have looked the same
staggering out of that hospital
That hell hole for the lost men
Crying, shaking, threw up on the steps

I screamed once more
pulled at my hair
and wrenched that damn diamond off my finger

Copyright D M Day 2016


More information about NaPoWriMo can be found at http://www.napowrimo.net/

NaPoWriMo – Day 23

NaPoWriMo – Day 23

The day 23 prompt was to write a sonnet. Traditionally, sonnets are 14-line poems, with ten syllables per line, written in iambs (i.e., with a meter in which an unstressed syllable is followed by one stressed syllable, and so on). There are several traditional rhyme schemes, including the Petrarchan, Spenserian, and Shakespearean sonnets.  But beyond the strictures of form, sonnets usually pose a question of a sort, explore the ideas raised by the question, and then come to a conclusion. In a way, they are essays written in verse.  This meant I could write a “sonnet” that didn’t meet all of the traditional formal elements, but still functioned as a mini-essay of a sort. The main point was to keep my poem tight, not rangy, and to use the shorter confines of the form to fuel the poem’s energy. I thought this was a very nice prompt for Shakespeare day.  Many of Shakespeare’s sonnets are about romantic love, and recently I’ve noticed a change in which relationships end in our modern world.  I’ve recently dried the tears of many friends who have been in relationships which have ended on social media.  This sonnet is dedicated to them.

When a Man Leaves a Woman Broken Up

When a man leaves a woman broken up
Her breath short, and tears coming thick and fast
And heart in a thousand pieces, shattered
Does he think for a second of her pain?
Or does he only think of himself and
His freedom, his ease of mind, his comfort
Hidden in his cowardice says no word
To her to whom he promised love always
To her to whom he promised the sunlight
Perhaps he thinks it easer this way
When he disappears into thin air and
Save everyone the pain, the wretchedness
Perhaps he thinks of no-one but himself
When he vanishes, quick, without a word

Copyright D M Day 2016


More information about NaPoWriMo can be found at http://www.napowrimo.net/

NaPoWriMo – Day 12

NaPoWriMo – Day 12

The day twelve prompt was to write an index poem either from language from an actual index, or an index I’d invented, in the style of Thomas Brendler’s poem Index of First Lines.  Influenced by a scene that I recently added to my novel in progress, I decided to write a poem about a broken relationship.

The A-Z Guide to the End

All, I gave you my
Bags, you packed your
Commitment, you were afraid of
Depressed, I am now
End, how could this be the
Freedom, you wanted back your
Gone, you are
Heartbreak, I am drowning in my
Inside, I am dying
Joke, please tell me this is a
Kiss, just one more please
Love, you my are one true
Madness, please stop this
Nagging, you said it was all about my
Obstinate, why are you being so
Pain, I’ve never been in such
Quiet, this house is so
Regret, please don’t do something we’ll both
Stranded, you’re leaving me here
Tender, my love for you is still
Underneath, my skin, you are
Valentine, you said you would always be my
Wrong, why can’t you see this is
X, never thought you would be my
Yet, but I still love you
Zero, without you I have

Copyright D M Day 2016


More information about NaPoWriMo can be found at http://www.napowrimo.net/

NaPoWriMo – Day 7

NaPoWriMo – Day 7

The day seven prompt was to write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line.  Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.

I generally struggle with structured poetry and really struggled with this one in particular.  At a loss for inspiration I wrote a poem about my upcoming move from Yorkshire to Liverpool.  I’m not massively happy with it, but it’s done and tomorrow is another writing day.

The Other End of the Canal

All ready to move to Liverpool
Away from the rolling hills of Yorkshire
At the other end of the canal

It seems extra long today, that canal
It seems a great distance to Liverpool
From the rolling hills of Yorkshire

The beautiful county of Yorkshire
Split apart by a canal
Ending in the city of Liverpool

Leaving Yorkshire for Liverpool, it’s not far along the canal

Copyright D M Day 2016


More information about NaPoWriMo can be found at http://www.napowrimo.net/

NaPoWriMo – Day 5

NaPoWriMo – Day 5

The day five prompt was to write a poem inspired by and/or featuring the lovely poetic names of heirloom seeds.  Thanks to the lovely website Southern Exposure Seed Exchange I found a lot of beautiful names.  I managed to find within these names a story, and wrote my poem in the form of a conversation, every other line being one of these names.  Here it is.


So what did she leave you then?
Aunt Lou’s underground railroad
Remember sitting in her garden?
Green tint summer squash
Then it’d start to rain
Big rainbow
How is Uncle Albert?
Love lies bleeding
You think he’ll be OK?
Hard winter, turkey red

Copyright D M Day 2016


More information about NaPoWriMo can be found at http://www.napowrimo.net/